Once the precious heroes, heroines, and villains of Walt Disney’s classic animations are forgotten, where do they go? To Dysneyville, where abandoned stories and dead dreams fester and rot. Here, there are no pumpkin carriages, dancing zebras, or talking silverware. The Prince Charming from your dreams is a sleazy pimp and dear Cinderella a trashy prostitute. It’s the unhappiest place on Earth.
Hey, guys! I’m not sure if some of you guys stuck around after so long, but I just wanted to apologize for being away. I pretty much had all my social networking gadgets confiscated until I improved my grades and that was... not fun. Anyway! I’m hoping to restart Dysneyville, so if you’re still here and would like to save your spot on the masterlist, do like this post with your account!
question (and perhaps i missed something and if so i'm vry sorry): if it's the norm for characters to not remember their story / who they really are, what exactly urges them to buy glamours? were they all born and raised to accept this? is it regarded as some sort of need, like eating, or an addiction? (like, do they see the side effects of going without it and are all 'bruh..gotta fix that' like a sickness?) is it merely a compulsion? 1/2
❰❬ ADMIN JACK FROST SAYS ❭❱ Thanks for sending a question in! Although characters may not remember exactly who they were, they continue buying glamour mostly due to fear. When exposed, authorities are likely to arrest and exile them from Dysneyville. Showing their true colors is supposed to be a norm, but the society they live in shuns those that look different than others, so it’s become a habit of oppression to “blend in” with others. As for the second question in your separate message, humans are not part of Dysneyville, but if enough characters refuse to take glamour, it’s very possible that the invisible barrier between the two realms may merge. Humans don’t live in Dysneyville and vice versa, but the two dimensions are practically on top of each other.
❰❬MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHO IS THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?❭❱
❝ WHY, IT HAS TO BE! THE PERSON YOU SEE. IF ONLY HE KNEW, HE POSSESSES A HEART SO KIND AND TRUE. MY SOURCES TELL ME THIS ONE’S NAME IS PARK JINYOUNG, BUT IS IT NOT, REMY, THE NAME HE’S FORGOT? IF YOU’D LIKE MORE OF MY TIME, INQUIRE IN RHYME, AND YOU SHALL KNOW MORE, OF WHAT I HAVE IN STORE.❞ ― magic mirror
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★ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ?
❰❬OCCUPATION❭❱ Freelance chef
❰❬RESIDENCE❭❱ La Ratatouille Townhouses
❰❬BACKGROUND❭❱
jinyoung grew up in a rather dry and cold environment. the second and youngest son of a drug (and glamour) dealer, it would be reasonable to say that he, himself, was prone to acquire some dark gray and black mentality; however, that’s not quite the fate he chose to follow.
there probably was something to do out there that would actually be worth it, right?
for a long time all the young man knew were his father’s thugs, the old man himself, his brother and the ground hole he called home. In fact, he and the gang were nothing but a bunch of rats, some taking their roles more seriously than others; but, in the end, jinyoung isn’t afraid to say every single soul down there was damned.
at eighteen years old he was sick, physically and mentally sick, and in a rushed act stole the money and glamour he could get his hands on and ran away to the surface, hoping to escape from that excuse of an existence – but, somehow, people on the ground turned out to be just as revolting as his old acquaintances.
jinyoung couldn’t turn back (who knows what the gang would do then) or ask for any kind of assistance whatsoever, so he had to find a way to sustain himself and not be caught by one of his father’s men; and it was then, while washing dishes and cooking greasy hamburgers under a dumb alias (jinyoung really thinks he could have thought of something better and less misleading than Junior), he found out his natural affinity with the kitchen’s spices and a way to forget about the world around him for a while. and, yes, an intent of sorts.
it’s been almost three years now, and while jinyoung has been lucky enough to still be intact, he wonders if he made the right choices. It’s obvious both members of his family gave up on him, but jinyoung is starting to think his life was less empty when people knew him as the boss’ son, and not that guy that goes around cooking stuff for rich people whenever they need him; still, he dares to help the most unfortunate souls of dysneyville, obviously not a wise choice, but it’s all more to feast his self-accomplishment issue than anything else.
❰❬GLAMOUR❭❱ jinyoung obtains his glamour from his customers, who, by his own personal choice, usually pay him with it instead of money. the vials aren’t of high quality, but still they do their job – if you forget the days when jinyoung’s hair starts getting thicker and turning teal, the sudden growth of whiskers around his nose and the apartment rats getting too friendly for his own safety, everything’s good.
❰❬ ADMIN JACK FROST SAYS ❭❱ I have no personal vendetta against letting girls be boys and vice versa, I just don’t think--for the sake of this roleplay--that allowing gender-bent characters would be realistic. I also really want to avoid a certain stereotype that I see a lot in KRP. I know for sure that more male faceclaims will apply for female Disney characters than the other way around, and there wouldn’t be very much variety in their personalities.
❰❬ ADMIN JACK FROST SAYS ❭❱ Official wanted ads will be published in a few days, but we do have some requests from our members! For Disney faceclaims, our members would love to see a Captain Hook, The Lost Boys, Prince Ashitaka, Wolf Moro, and Prince Phillip! As for Korean faceclaims, they would like to see Seulgi (Red Velvet), A Pink members, Victoria Song (FX), Amber Liu (FX), and Song Jieun (SECRET)!
❰❬MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHO IS THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?❭❱
❝ WHY, IT HAS TO BE! THE PERSON YOU SEE. IF ONLY HE KNEW, HE POSSESSES A HEART SO KIND AND TRUE. MY SOURCES TELL ME THIS ONE’S NAME IS PARK JIMIN, BUT IS IT NOT, PINOCCHIO, THE NAME HE’S FORGOT? IF YOU’D LIKE MORE OF MY TIME, INQUIRE IN RHYME, AND YOU SHALL KNOW MORE, OF WHAT I HAVE IN STORE.❞ ― magic mirror
❰❬MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHO IS THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?❭❱
❝ WHY, IT HAS TO BE! THE PERSON YOU SEE. IF ONLY SHE KNEW, SHE POSSESSES A HEART SO KIND AND TRUE. MY SOURCES TELL ME THIS ONE’S NAME IS SON GAIN, BUT IS IT NOT, QUEEN GRIMHILDE, THE NAME SHE’S FORGOT? IF YOU’D LIKE MORE OF MY TIME, INQUIRE IN RHYME, AND YOU SHALL KNOW MORE, OF WHAT I HAVE IN STORE.❞ ― magic mirror
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★ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ?
❰❬OCCUPATION❭❱ Owner of an escort service
❰❬RESIDENCE❭❱ Agrabah Apartments
❰❬BACKGROUND❭❱
She always wanted to be the best. The most beautiful. She deserved that much didn’t she? Since the age of eleven when her mother, a poor woman with nothing to her name but the daughter she brought into the world, passed, she has been alone. But that’s never stopped her anyhow. It’s a fight or die world, and she was determined to make sure death wasn’t an option.
The moment she was old enough, males became her prey, apart of her game. The first, a man who’s sweet, kind, a picturesque husband and lover but she’s only 23 and the idea of being held down is too much for the young woman. She wants power, money, glory and everything in between. Which.. he gives under her manipulations. Of course there’s the ever present threat of the stepdaughter who’s not much younger then herself, a disturbing thought but she pays it no mind, a minor pawn which she will take out with her knight.
It was easy enough to remove the girl entirely from their life, assassins we’re simple enough to come by in this city, but what wasn’t easy was staying with the man who so easily succumbed to her will. He was weak, a defect in her plan. So she does the only thing a girl in her position can- she takes the money and leaves. The announcement of his death a few weeks later due to illness was merely a coincidence of course. So she makes a name for herself. Beauty is money’s best friend, and next in line to that - sex. An escort service proves to be a wise choice. It’s hidden, underground, but quite findable for those who know where to look. She takes in those who have little as she once did, molds them, gives them new lives. Of course there is a price, but it’s aways paid back in full. She discards her previous life, taking on an occasional client for a hefty fee and gives herself an alias, a restart: The Black Queen.
There’s whispers on the street of how to get into contact with the mysterious woman, but chances are very unlikely. Her headquarters are rumored to be located below some bar with a flickering neon sign dangling from the hinges, but those are just breadcrumbs. Maybe- maybe you’ll by chance see her, a flash of black and red stilettos in the streets, or if you really need her when times are low.. she’ll be there.
❰❬GLAMOUR❭❱ Glamour is obtained through clients mostly. Depending on the pay, sometimes it’s the good stuff, sometimes not so much. Either way it keeps her young. Without it, her state would begin to deteriate to one of an old woman, though she has yet to find a day when this has happened. The clients always kept paying. Defects to the lesser product come in the form of a similar age deteration, however not as much- grey hair, weakening stature. While not extreme, it can keep her in room for a few days at least.
❰❬UH-OH, YOUR GLAMOUR HAS WORN OFF, AND YOU’VE BEEN ARRESTED ! ❭❱
If you’d like to reclaim your spot at Dysneyville without sending another application, please submit the word ‘SANCTUARY!’ into the main directory’s inbox anytime, unless the faceclaim is reserved or taken. For all who mind, the following faceclaims are free to be roleplayed!
KIM, JONGHYUN (SHINEE) ― scar ; the lion king
PARK, CHANYEOL (EXO) ― prince naveen ; the princess and the frog
❰❬MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHO IS THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?❭❱
❝ WHY, IT HAS TO BE! THE PERSON YOU SEE. IF ONLY HE KNEW, HE POSSESSES A HEART SO KIND AND TRUE. MY SOURCES TELL ME THIS ONE’S NAME IS MIN YOONGI, BUT IS IT NOT, MUSHU, THE NAME HE’S FORGOT? IF YOU’D LIKE MORE OF MY TIME, INQUIRE IN RHYME, AND YOU SHALL KNOW MORE, OF WHAT I HAVE IN STORE.❞ ― magic mirror
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★ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ?
❰❬OCCUPATION❭❱ Housekeeper
❰❬RESIDENCE❭❱ Atlantica apartments
❰❬BACKGROUND❭❱
Yoongi had been a happy child, a healthy boy with flame coloured hair. From a young age, all he had known was the life of a domestic servant. Born to a bodyguard and a maid of an influential family. Thus, he had been destined to fill in the role of his father once he became old enough. His daily routine involved a combination of household chores and learning the skills he needed to protect the family he served. Despite the long working days, Yoongi lived a comfortable life as he always had a roof over his head, food in his belly, and a reliable source of glamour courtesy of his employers. However, at the age of eighteen, his life took a dramatic turn.
It had been his third outing as the official bodyguard of the family when disaster struck. The attack had happened so fast, they had been ambushed, and he’d had little time to react. Before he knew it, his master was on the floor with his head detached from his body. They claimed it was Yoongi’s fault, that he should have been more prepared. His parents fought for him to be able to continue living in the house, but Yoongi had accepted that the damage was done. Having voluntarily moved out, he was allowed to continue working in the relegated position of a housekeeper like his mother. Whilst thankful that he was allowed to stay employed in the first place, he can’t help but dream about rebuilding himself back to his former glory.
❰❬GLAMOUR❭❱ Yoongi gets his glamour via his employers, who strive to keep their employees looking impeccable and in top condition in order to maintain the reputation of the house, though he has been known to buy it on the black market if needs be. If he goes for too long without glamour, red scales begin to appear on his skin in random patches, which he covers with make-up, and his teeth begin to sharpen and become more pointed as time goes on. He must also be careful when sneezing or coughing during this period, as he develops a tendency to emit small bursts of fire whenever his glamour begins to wear off.
❰❬ ADMIN JACK FROST SAYS ❭❱ I wanted to give everyone some leeway since we’re only a few weeks past Grand Opening, but activity checks will be issued every Wednesday starting tomorrow!
❰❬MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHO IS THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?❭❱
❝ WHY, IT HAS TO BE! THE PERSON YOU SEE. IF ONLY HE KNEW, HE POSSESSES A HEART SO KIND AND TRUE. MY SOURCES TELL ME THIS ONE’S NAME IS JEON JEONGGUK, BUT IS IT NOT, ALADDIN, THE NAME HE’S FORGOT? IF YOU’D LIKE MORE OF MY TIME, INQUIRE IN RHYME, AND YOU SHALL KNOW MORE, OF WHAT I HAVE IN STORE.❞ ― magic mirror
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★ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ?
❰❬OCCUPATION❭❱ Vagabond, who does whatever odd job he can find, and occasional thief.
❰❬RESIDENCE❭❱ Homeless
❰❬BACKGROUND❭❱
i. Born to a struggling tailor, Jungkook was warned day after day not to stay idle for too long, otherwise he’d end up in the deep end of regret. Yet he did not listen, too young, too naive, too many things to heed such words. His childhood was wasted, loitering the streets, nothing but moonlight directing the way, with kids just as carefree as himself. Everything was fine, as long as someone would be at home to peck his scraped knees. But one day, he came back to emptiness, and no one kissed his wounds again.
ⅱ. Not too keen on being cooped up in an orphanage, a run was made for, and everything left behind, other than the ratty backpack, filled with his few belongings, and the shoes which collected dust underneath him. Even after his parents’ death, Jungkook’s lifestyle did not change much, except for the lack of a permanent bed. Couches had always been more his style anyway. Independence suited him better, despite the fact that he certainly did not live honestly, nicking whatever food he could find from averted eyes. Nimble from the constant running he did, it was easy for him to escape any adult’s clutches, and he could charm those who were swift enough to lay their hands on him.
ⅲ. Alleyways and park benches made up his surroundings, and he became used to it, preferring it over the life he once led. Making money was easy enough, snatching up wallets from the pockets of any random unsuspecting citizen, and doing whatever dirty job the nameless people, who lurked in the shadows, asked of him. There were times when even the great expanse felt more akin to entrapment though, and not knowing when he’d get his next meal would sometimes lead to wishes for fantastic wealth and to become royalty. For the most part, he remained grounded, though that didn’t completely wear off the effects of loneliness. A random stray dog, who came into his life seemingly by fate or magic, helped to wan such creeping emotions. Nothing attached to his name, except for his backpack and canine companion, this was exactly how Jungkook liked it, and he had no intent on changing it, for better or worse.
❰❬GLAMOUR❭❱ Sometimes, Jungkook is paid with glamour, instead of cash, when he finishes whatever task the shady people, who make up the darker parts of his life, come up with. As with all black market glamour, there isn’t a perfect sheath containing his other self. Dirt and bugs cling to him, like a second skin, despite his attempts to bathe regularly, and police seem to always have him in their sights, no matter how innocent he might try to appear. The longer he goes without glamour, the more compulsive his needs to steal become, and the more he lies about his identity, going so far as to pretend he’s a prince from some far-off land.
❰❬MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHO IS THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?❭❱
❝ WHY, IT HAS TO BE! THE PERSON YOU SEE. IF ONLY HE KNEW, HE POSSESSES A HEART SO KIND AND TRUE. MY SOURCES TELL ME THIS ONE’S NAME IS PARK JIMIN, BUT IS IT NOT, PINOCCHIO, THE NAME HE’S FORGOT? IF YOU’D LIKE MORE OF MY TIME, INQUIRE IN RHYME, AND YOU SHALL KNOW MORE, OF WHAT I HAVE IN STORE.❞ ― magic mirror
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★ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ?
❰❬OCCUPATION❭❱ Cards Dealer Con-artist
❰❬RESIDENCE❭❱ Agrabah Apartments
❰❬BACKGROUND❭❱
Stolen from a loving single father ( what a rare thing to come by – ) at the age of thirteen, Jimin was almost sold off into a human trafficking ring until he managed to impress his captors by slight of handing the ring of keys that opened his cell. They saw potential in his abilities that he’d developed while growing up in a not-so-nice neighborhood. So they pitched him a deal : work for and with them, and they’d give him a modest, but stable income. Not only did they steal away young children to sell off, they ran a seedy little place downtown as well. Plus, they’d told him, Jimin could keep whatever extra he’d managed to snatch up once his quota was reached. Deals like that were hard to come by, so Park Jimin had agreed, and started up work at Pleasure Island, Casino and Strip Club as a cards dealer.
Not only does he cheat those who sit at his table through the deck, he also picks up wallets and other valuables of other patrons mingling about the place. However his main source of extra is from the pathetic gambling addicts who continuously try to win their luck back. Jimin knows exactly how to play them – give them a line, give them a break, have them get too confident and bet it all – then pull out his real deception. End game? They loose it all, but they still come back tomorrow, and tomorrow, and the next day after that.
It’s a comfortable arrangement, and what’s left of his conscience has long since been squished under his foot like a bug, so he doesn’t regret his decisions one bit. All he has to do is pull in a certain amount of money per week, so his hours and work days are all dependent upon himself. As long as he can scrape together his minimum, the rest is his own : in money, in good, and in time.
❰❬GLAMOUR❭❱ Jimin’s main source of glamour comes from the very people he cons. Sometimes patrons will bet glamour instead of money ( never underestimate a gambling addict’s desperation ) which is usually bought or stolen from the black market or from other equally as shady sources. And since this glamour isn’t the real deal, his physical slip-ups come in the form of textured looking skin. As in, it literally looks like his limbs are made out of wood. The weaker the glamour the more pronounces the lines are, though his skin still feels normal. Most of the time he can pass it off as being tattoos – that, or he’ll wears long sleeves and pants.
❰❬MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHO IS THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?❭❱
❝ WHY, IT HAS TO BE! THE PERSON YOU SEE. IF ONLY HE KNEW, HE POSSESSES A HEART SO KIND AND TRUE. MY SOURCES TELL ME THIS ONE’S NAME IS BYUN BAEKHYUN, BUT IS IT NOT, KAA, THE NAME HE’S FORGOT? IF YOU’D LIKE MORE OF MY TIME, INQUIRE IN RHYME, AND YOU SHALL KNOW MORE, OF WHAT I HAVE IN STORE.❞ ― magic mirror
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★ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ?
❰❬OCCUPATION❭❱ Debt Collector
❰❬RESIDENCE❭❱ Agrabah Apartments
❰❬BACKGROUND❭❱
Childlike innocence had never been something Baekhyun possessed, old before his time in a way that often unsettled those around him. Hazel eyes held no warmth but his smile was nearly convincing enough that he could pass for charming, but the other kids always knew to keep their distance.
Ironically enough, the very same things that frightened others away only proceeded to attract them as he grew older. People now longed to know what lay beneath his calculative gaze, old enough now to become obsessed with the idea of being able to change someone with love and affection. All that came and tried to pry apart his being in hopes of finding something humane were left fruitless and out of luck, for he was nothing but a creature with a hollow chest.
He was born to play the part of a cunning predator and so one he became.
Dirty back streets and alcohol a plenty, eyes would water as a lean frame retched in a grimy bathroom stall. Days that began with a shot of vodka and end when blood shot eyes finally close and darkness ensued, he relished the reputation he held as the hot mess that nobody would dare turn down. Baekhyun had never felt so glamorous with his carefully styled hair, tailored suits and kohl lined eyes that always seemed to be smudged in a delightfully messed up way.
There was something so delightfully thrilling, he thought, about acting as a pretty fool. He’d always been good with his tongue, a natural knack for saying just what people want to hear (but never the truth). Salacious and cunning—had he ever been anything else?
While people made moon eyes at a boy so seemingly different from all they know, he used them until there is nothing left. And still they would thank him, praise him, beg him to talk so that they can hear more of the beautiful lies he had to share all whilst staring into eyes that possess a seemingly hypnotic quality. If it was a false fairytale with a happy ending they wanted, Baekhyun was more than willing to give it to them.
For the right price of course.
❰❬GLAMOUR❭❱ Due to his profession (and lack of profit at times with said profession), Baekhyun purchases glamour from the black market. Not one to waste money, more often than not, the glamour purchased is defective to an extent and there always seems to be a thing or two out of place. Usually the glamour fails to fully conceal his snake eyes, resulting in muted hazel coloured irises. When it begins to wear off, his tongue gradually becomes more and more forked as scales slowly begin to appear in random patches on his body.
❰❬MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL, WHO IS THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL?❭❱
❝ WHY, IT HAS TO BE! THE PERSON YOU SEE. IF ONLY HE KNEW, HE POSSESSES A HEART SO KIND AND TRUE. MY SOURCES TELL ME THIS ONE’S NAME IS DO KYUNGSOO, BUT IS IT NOT, SHERE KHAN, THE NAME HE’S FORGOT? IF YOU’D LIKE MORE OF MY TIME, INQUIRE IN RHYME, AND YOU SHALL KNOW MORE, OF WHAT I HAVE IN STORE.❞ ― magic mirror
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★ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ?
❰❬OCCUPATION❭❱ Debt collector
❰❬RESIDENCE❭❱ Pride Rock Studio Apartments
❰❬BACKGROUND❭❱
“We crossed a river. Forty-five thousand steps by foot, no light to make it easier.”
There is water. But there always is.
Let me make this easier: Forty-five thousand steps into the wrong direction. No boat, no storm. Fangs don’t tear through skin that easily. Forty-five thousand steps multiplied with two because he’s walking on four legs. Fur all dirty, mud caked and rotten.
Again: Ninety thousand steps down the wishing well. He’s drowning and choking and panting for air. Shedding hair and scars. Above the water there is fire and rifles pointed at the sky. But down under he’s surrounded by liquid tarmac, by bubbles the size of his furled fingers protesting death.
Ten tigers dancing and leaping into the air. He feels dizzy.
Ten tigers baring their throats. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. All teeth, no bite.
Lungs burning, esophagus ablaze. Everything is on fire, licking against the maimed currents of bleak waves. He doesn’t blink, nails buried deep in the tender of his neck, all gory. “Look at the mess you’ve made.”
Ninety thousand steps and he’s drenched in sweat, hands pressed against his stomach, breakfast on the clean sheets.
He’s never been much of an animal.
❰❬GLAMOUR❭❱ Seen as he operates in the black market and consequently knows of illegal glamour sellers, the purchase is rarely difficult. Only made difficult due to his reputation and thus uncoo on the sellers’ side. In consequence of both deficiency of the glamour and severe anger management issues, spotting fangs on Kyungsoo is not seldom.